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 United States 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.