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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.