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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
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,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.