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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Tears for Fears,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.