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 Suriname and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.