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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Amazonics,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.