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 Estonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.