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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.