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 Philippines and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.