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 Malta and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
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,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
The Techniques,
Jandek,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Motorama,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Organ,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.