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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.