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 Haiti and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gladiators to the jazz 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Slave,
Pylon,
AZ,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Lalann,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.