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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.