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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
June Days,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.