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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Harmonia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.