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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.