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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Derrick Morgan to the techno 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.