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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Second Layer to the punk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
The Human League,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.