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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Q65 to the rap 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
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,
Agitation Free,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.