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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Oblivians to the punk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.