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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grauzone 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.