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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Index to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.