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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the funk 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
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,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Swans,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.