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 Tuvalu 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pagans,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.