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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.