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 Belize and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Bananas to the rock 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.