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 Monaco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Television,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Flipper,
Erasure,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Unwound,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.