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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Flipper to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Television,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.