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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.