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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skarface to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.