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 Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.