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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.