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 Indonesia and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Flipper to the rock 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
The Associates,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.