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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Y Pants to the grime 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Visage,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Eurythmics,
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.