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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Gang Green to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
The Standells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
AZ,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.