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 Mexico and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Wally Richardson to the grunge 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar 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?
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Roxette,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.