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 Philippines and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the crunk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.