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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Crime 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Aloha Tigers,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.