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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.