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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Tears for Fears to the crunk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.