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 Botswana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Black Bananas,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.