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 India and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan to the rock 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.