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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.