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 Cameroon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Interpol,
Gong,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
the Germs,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.