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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Selecter to the jazz 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.