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 Guyana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ten City to the rock 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.