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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.