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 Lesotho 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
X-102,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
Zapp,
Yellowson,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.