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 Afghanistan 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
X-102,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.