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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Altered Images to the rock 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.