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 Romania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Cluster to the techno 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Dave Gahan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.