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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 CMW to the disco 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Fear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Nas,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.