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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the dance 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.