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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 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 Normal to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harry Pussy,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.