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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gun Club to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
X-101,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Flipper,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.