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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Roy Ayers to the disco 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Althea and Donna,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Pus,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.