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 Slovakia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.