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 Belize and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.