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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the jazz 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Visage,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
Make Up,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.