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 Tonga and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.