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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Dawn Penn,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.