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 Bahamas and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Joe Smooth to the rap 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
UT,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.