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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fluxion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Royal Trux,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.