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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Bananas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
The Index,
Scrapy,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.