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 Syria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
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,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.