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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno 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 Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Audionom,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.