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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Visage,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.