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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Carl Craig to the jazz 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.