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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Buckinghams,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.