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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Toni Rubio 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.