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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Dirtbombs to the rap 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Jacques Brel,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.