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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Angry Samoans 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.