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 Estonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mandrill 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.