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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.