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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Slackers 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.