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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
The Fall,
DNA,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.