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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.