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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
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,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.