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 Brunei and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.