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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
The Moleskins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.