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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rap 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
UT,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.