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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.