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 Hungary and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.