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 Poland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yazoo to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.