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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Davy DMX to the crunk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.