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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.