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 Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.