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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Rakim,
World's Most,
Nico,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.