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 Turkey and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 The Monks to the disco 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Scientists,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Adolescents,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.