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 Yemen and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.