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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.