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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.