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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blues Magoos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
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,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.