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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
DNA,
EPMD,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.