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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Nico,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.