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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
MDC,
the Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Visage,
Hoover,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.