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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Ituana,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.