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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Whodini,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.