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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
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 rhodes 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 Mars to the rap 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Faust,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.