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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Lower 48 to the techno 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Susan Cadogan,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
the Soft Cell,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.