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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 the Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.