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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 Edmonton and Lyon.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.