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 Canada and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Alison Limerick,
John Holt,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Smog,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.