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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.