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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxette to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Womack. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.