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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 The Litter 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.