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 Japan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alison Limerick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.