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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.