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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.