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 France and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Gang of Four to the dance 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.