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 Grenada and from London.
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 Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Little Man to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Easy Going,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.