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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Mad Mike,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.