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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
X-102,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Outsiders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.