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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Silicon Teens to the rock 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Mills,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.