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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
a-ha,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.