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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 jazz 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.