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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.