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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
Arcadia,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
UT,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Royal Trux,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.