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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bluetip 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.