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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
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,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.