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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Television,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.