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 Oman 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rap 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.