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 Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.