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 Syria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aswad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.