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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Morten Harket to the jazz 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.