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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.