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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Japan,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
UT,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.