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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the grime 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Lou Christie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.