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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.