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 Gambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Divine Comedy to the electroclash 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
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,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
Crime,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.