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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.