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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Offenders to the jazz 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.