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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
The Human League,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Accadde A,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.