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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.