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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Robert Hood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.