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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.