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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Coltrane to the disco 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.