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 Turkey and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.