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 Mali and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pussy Galore,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.