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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.