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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Au Pairs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.