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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
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,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Pagans,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.