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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
The Music Machine,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.