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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.