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 Mali and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Graham Central Station to the disco 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.