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 San Marino and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.