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 Suriname and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Inner City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
The Human League,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.