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 Belize and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Andrew Hill to the rap 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Slave,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
MDC,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.