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 Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Hashim,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.