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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sandy B to the funk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
The Move,
Bob Dylan,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.