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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Chris Corsano to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.