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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.