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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Warren Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Faust,
E-Dancer,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.