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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
OOIOO,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.