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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
the Human League,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.