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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.