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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.