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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Cameo,
cv313,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
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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.