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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Altered Images to the rap 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Black Flag,
Mars,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.