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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 X-102 to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.