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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
The Moleskins,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.