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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 American Breed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.