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 Turkmenistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Slick Rick,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Tubeway Army,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.