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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
The Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pop Group,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.