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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
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,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.