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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.