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 Ecuador and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terry Callier 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
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,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Fat Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
The Fall,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.