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 Egypt and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 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 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 Avey Tare to the funk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Scion,
EPMD,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.