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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
The Gories,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Human League,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
UT,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.