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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 E-Dancer 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.