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 Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Little Man to the grime 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Machine,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.