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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Moebius,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Television,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.