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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
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.