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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.