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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.