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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Wire,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.