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 Croatia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.