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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.