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-Bissau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.