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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
DNA,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.