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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the funk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Kaleidoscope,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.