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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Ultravox to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.