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 Bolivia and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Stetsasonic to the rap 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Flash Fearless,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.