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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.