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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
New Order,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.