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 India and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur 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 rock 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.