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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Hill 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Smog,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.