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 Singapore and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 Mars to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.