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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Television,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
The Trojans,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.