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 Haiti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.