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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fatback Band to the techno 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.