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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wake to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Television,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Japan,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.