Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Montenegro and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Swell Maps to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Angry Samoans,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.