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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.