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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ronan to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
The Index,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Wings,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.