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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Letta Mbulu,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
10cc,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.