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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Mission of Burma,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.