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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Judy Mowatt,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.