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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Ohio Players,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Magazine,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.