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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.