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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.