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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Ultravox to the crunk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.