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 Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Funkadelic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.