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 Syria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Aswad,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.