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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
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,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.