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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
The American Breed,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.