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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Smiths to the disco 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.