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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.