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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.