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 Tuvalu and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dark Day to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Fugazi,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.