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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
The Dirtbombs,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.