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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pere Ubu to the funk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Pharoah Sanders,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.