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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
FM Einheit,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Duran Duran,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.