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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.