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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.