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 Burundi and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the electroclash 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
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,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
June Days,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.