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 Montenegro and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.