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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.