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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.