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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
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,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.