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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Funkadelic to the punk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Scion,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.