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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deadbeat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
ABBA,
MDC,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.