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 Guinea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Deadbeat to the rock 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
Can,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Quadrant,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.