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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
the Fania All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.