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 Gambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Standells to the disco 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.