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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
June Days,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.