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 Benin and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Hashim,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.