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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.