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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
Procol Harum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.