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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.