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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Cluster to the disco 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.