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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fatback Band to the rap 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
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,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.