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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.