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 Thailand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
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 Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.