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 Croatia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.