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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Essential Logic 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.