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 Congo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
The Fall,
Symarip,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.