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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Liliput to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Scion,
Q65,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Freddie Wadling,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.