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 Israel 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 funk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Nick Fraelich,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.