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 Bahamas and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.