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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.