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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Peter & Gordon to the rock 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Searchers,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.