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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Drexciya,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
JFA,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.