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 Burkina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Adolescents,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.