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 Qatar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Ultravox to the grunge 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Rekid,
X-101,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.