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 Vietnam and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.