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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.