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 Angola and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the grunge 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.