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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Howard Jones to the jazz 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
UT,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.