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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.