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 Togo and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.