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 Uganda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the jazz 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.