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 Ukraine and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Motions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Wire,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gerry Rafferty,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.