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 London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red 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?
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
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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.