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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.