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 Antigua and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Quantec,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.