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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Gong,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.