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 Australia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.