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 Greece and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
MDC,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.