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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Scientists to the rap 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.