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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.