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 Belgium and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echospace 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
JFA,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.