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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Gong,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.