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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Chrome,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.