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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Q65 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Swans,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie 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.