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 Samoa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Colin Newman to the techno 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.