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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
MC5,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.