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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Archie Shepp to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Scrapy,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.