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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Fear,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.