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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.