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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lungfish to the funk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Television,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.