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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Erasure to the crunk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Lyres,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.