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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Davy DMX 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monks,
Organ,
Henry Cow,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radio Birdman,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.