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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the funk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
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,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.