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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
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,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Can,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.