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 France and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.