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 Marshall Islands and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Yellowson to the jazz 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Technova,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Skriet,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.