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 Nigeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Section 25 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.