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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.