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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
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,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
PIL,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.