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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Donny Hathaway,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.