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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Nils Olav to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.