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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
The Index,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.