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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Supertramp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.