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 Mongolia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.