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 Antigua and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.