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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.