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 Mexico and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Don Cherry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.