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 Ghana and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Slave to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fugazi,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.