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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visage to the punk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
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,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Wings,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.