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 Namibia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
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,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Nas,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.