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 Netherlands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
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 snare 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 The Red Krayola to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Near,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Mars,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.