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 Brazil and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
MC5,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.