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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.