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 Suriname and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.