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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Doobie Brothers to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.