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 Gabon and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.