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 Antigua and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Index,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.