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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the punk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
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,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.