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 Honduras 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Newcleus to the jazz 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Wings,
X-101,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.