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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.