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 Laos and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Last Poets to the grime 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
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,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.