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 China and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 The Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Section 25,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Underground Resistance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.