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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms 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?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Scion,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.