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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
The Martian,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.