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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Vainqueur to the crunk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.