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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Delta 5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
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.