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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
The Associates,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.