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 Togo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Skatalites to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.