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 Georgia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Lyres,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.