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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Technova,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.