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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
The Move,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.