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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Harmonia,
10cc,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.