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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
JFA,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.