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 Maldives and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Rosa Yemen 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Q65,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.