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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Mojo Men,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.