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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Motorama,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.