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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 DNA to the punk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Franke,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Audionom,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.