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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tres Demented to the rap 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.