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 Qatar and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
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 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 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 The Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
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.