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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall 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?
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Flag,
Smog,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.