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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Grauzone to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.