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 Algeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.