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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
The Raincoats,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.