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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
a-ha,
Moebius,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.