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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the grime 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Roxy Music,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.