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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.