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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express,
Crime,
Maurizio,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.