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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Yazoo to the crunk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
PIL,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.