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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Maleditus Sound 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Babytalk,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.