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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.