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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.