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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 World's Most to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
The Move,
The Saints,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Dennis Brown,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.