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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 kango's stein massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Simply Red,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
the Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Deakin,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.