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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
the Slits,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.