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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.