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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moebius,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.