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 Romania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
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,
Suicide,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.