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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Aswad to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.