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 Saudi Arabia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.