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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 CMW to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe 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?
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.