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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Skatalites to the funk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.