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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
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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.