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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.