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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Mantronix,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Q65,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.