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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Absolute Body Control to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
The Monks,
Bauhaus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Urselle,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.