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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
This Heat,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Rapeman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.