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 Niger and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arthur Verocai 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.