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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Radio Birdman to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
John Holt,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.