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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the rap 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.