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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 John Lydon to the electroclash 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Black Pus,
10cc,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.