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 Liberia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.