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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 güiro 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
JFA,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.