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 Iran and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Johnny Clarke to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Tubeway Army,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.