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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 CMW to the rap 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.