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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
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,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.