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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rekid,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.