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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crime to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.