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 Nepal and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.