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 Japan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.