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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Avey Tare to the rap 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.