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 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
the Association,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.