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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.