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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Mo-Dettes to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy 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?
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.