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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.