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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
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,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Crime,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.