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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Index,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.