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 Ukraine and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
48th St. Collective,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.