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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
This Heat,
Young Marble Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.