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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.