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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.