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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Janne Schatter to the techno 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.