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 Panama and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.