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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the jazz 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.