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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.