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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 David Axelrod to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.