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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 MDC to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.