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 Vanuatu and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Parry Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suicide,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.