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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.