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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
UT,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
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.