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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.