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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Yazoo to the jazz 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mission of Burma,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Last Poets,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.