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 Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Invisible to the techno 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
F. McDonald,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.