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 Austria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.