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 China and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Tubeway Army to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
the Normal,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
New Order,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.