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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Wings,
The Litter,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wire,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.