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 Korea North and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Television to the jazz 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
X-102,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
UT,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.