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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Vainqueur to the funk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
MC5,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Visage,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.