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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
Monks,
David McCallum,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.