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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Bourne,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.