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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.