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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Radiohead,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.