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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Intrusion,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.