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 Canada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.