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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the jazz 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeff Mills,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.