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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Youth Brigade 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
John Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.