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 Iran and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Los Fastidios to the grime 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
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,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Motorama,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Index,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.