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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Delta 5 to the grime 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
John Holt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.