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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Funkadelic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
Smog,
Nas,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.