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 Tonga and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Tremeloes to the grime 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
L. Decosne,
The Standells,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.