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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.