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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantaleimon,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.