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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.