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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Ohio Players to the dance 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.