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 Angola and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Bobby Womack to the grime 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Magma,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
UT,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Cybotron,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.