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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Japan,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.