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 Russia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tubeway Army,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
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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.