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 Angola and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thompson Twins to the rock 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Second Layer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Monks,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.