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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.