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 Angola and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Schoolly D to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.