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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
A Certain Ratio,
Carl Craig,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
DNA,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.