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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
The Litter,
The Mummies,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.