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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.