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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.