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 Italy and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
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,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
The Durutti Column,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
Swell Maps,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
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.