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 Belarus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo to the rap 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
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.