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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television 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?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Technova,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.