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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Gong,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.