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 Cameroon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Marmalade to the rap 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rotary Connection,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
New York Dolls,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Scion,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.