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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 David McCallum to the electroclash 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Babytalk,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magazine,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.