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 Finland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.