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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Selecter,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.