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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.