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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Howard Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Neu!,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.