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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronan to the crunk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy Collins,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Can,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Flipper,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.