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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet 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 the Fania All-Stars to the punk 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Roxette,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Pagans,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.