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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
The Names,
Niagra,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.