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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grauzone,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Moebius,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.