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 Swaziland and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.