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 Jamaica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.