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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Ludus,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
The Gap Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.