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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Ultravox to the grunge 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
New Order,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maleditus Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.