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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.