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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Soft Machine,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Nirvana,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.