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 Ecuador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q65,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
Mars,
Maurizio,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.