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 Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Spandau Ballet,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Davy DMX,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Buzzcocks,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.