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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
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 Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Visage to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Alice Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.