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 St Lucia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 the Normal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Rod Modell,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.