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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Normal,
Flipper,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.