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 Costa Rica and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Niagra,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.