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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Robert Görl,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.