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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
DNA,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Q65,
JFA,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.