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 Paraguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Brick,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Tres Demented,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Isaac Hayes,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Accadde A,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.