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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.