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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rap 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
UT,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.