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 Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.