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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 The Walker Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Rufus Thomas,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.