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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Derrick May,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.