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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.