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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.