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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
Smog,
Ossler,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.