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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.