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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 The Moleskins to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.