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 Paraguay 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
cv313,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.