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 Iran and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.