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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
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,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
AZ,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.