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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp,
The Happenings,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.