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 Greece and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yusef Lateef to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.