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 Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faust to the punk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Can,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.