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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 808 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 Urselle to the techno 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.