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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the punk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Cymande,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Siglo XX,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.