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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 The Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
The Index,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.