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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Darondo to the grunge 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.