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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Colin Newman 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.