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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
The Leaves,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Gong,
The United States of America,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Pole,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.