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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Fela Kuti,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Little Man,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.