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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.