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 Laos and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Nas,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.