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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the dance 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
CMW,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mandrill,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.