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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
The Toasters,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.