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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.