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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Joy Division,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.