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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.