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 Bahrain and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 The Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Visage,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.