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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Josef K,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.