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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.