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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.