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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
These Immortal Souls,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.