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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.