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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q65,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.