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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.