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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.