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 Tunisia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.