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 Malta and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.