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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
Magma,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Hill,
Yazoo,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.