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 Egypt and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
AZ,
Skriet,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.