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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Subhumans,
The Gap Band,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.