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 Algeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
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,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.