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 Jordan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.