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 China and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim 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?
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scan 7,
AZ,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.