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 Peru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 The Dead C to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.