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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
New Order,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.