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 Morocco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.