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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the grime 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Model 500,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.