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 Cuba and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Fear,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.