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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.