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 Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.