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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.