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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
The Remains,
The Saints,
David McCallum,
Wire,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.