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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.