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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
MC5,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Grauzone,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
UT,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.