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 Ivory Coast and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
The Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.