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 Greece and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.