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 United States and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.