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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grime 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Whodini,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.