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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Blossom Toes,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.