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 Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Goldenarms,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.