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 Libya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.