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 Algeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.