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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wally Richardson,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.