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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Desert Stars to the funk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.