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 South Sudan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.